Even the cried river must be crossed,
for what is a man, if he will not build bridges?
And even burnt bridges must be repaired,
for what is a man, if he turns from the singeing?
A vapor that has already dissipated,
An empty tent.
10/24/10
10/14/10
thank you.
There are certain things that must be said. Do you realize how many things ought to be said but are instead assumed by everyone, and not said? Lots of things.
i find it amazing how quickly Pandora radio went from being a really cool, newish technology to now morphing into an advertising website that sometimes plays the music you wish it to. i do very much appreciate its existence and the trend of internet radio that it helped to pioneer, but oh how quickly profit changes things. You can quote me on that: "Oh how quickly profit changes things." - thewelfareblogger. Bam. Free.
About two hours ago, i was really tired and wanted to go to bed, but i decided to make a pot of coffee and do some homework so that my morning would be free of worry or care. Well, it so happens that the homework was interesting, and i enjoyed it. That has happened more this semester than probably any other semester, i would say. At any rate, the coffee has not only gotten me through the reading, but has in fact sustained my heart rate and attention span at such levels that sleep is not so close as i imagined it would be at 1:52am. Writing is the best thing i know to do in such situations, and it has been entirely too long since i have written anything anyways. So here i am, and there you are.
Many people believe Jazz music is impeccable. And it is. But how many conversations have you overheard where the matter of that which your are overhearing is centered around John Coltrane or Wynton Marsalis? And for those of you who assume that Jazz music is not worth listening to, then it must be said that i feel sorry for you. i cannot sit idly by and simply assume you are worth feeling sorry for. i must tell you. Still more people are of the persuasion that says "flying planes is awesome." But, if you stop and think about it, how ridiculous is it that thousands of pounds of metal and flesh can be tens of thousands of feet in the air? And it's not like God is dangling the plane from heaven with some invisible heavenly titanium string of sorts. At least not to my limited knowledge. It must be said that such acts of gravity defiance are beautiful. Almost everyone assumes that anything being described as characteristically Dutch must be, on all counts, wondrous. But no one bothers to say that. Except, of course, me.
But it is very hard for me to write and not have something (hopefully) meaningful to say, and so i leave you with this: Stop assuming that others know you are sorry for whatever hurt you've caused. Stop thinking that asking forgiveness is simply a formality. Stop getting angry at others for not offering help when you have not asked for it. And since most everyone assumes our generation is practically thankless and does not hesitate to say so, let us never keep our thanks silent, because it is not a given. You see, the number of ways words can be misinterpreted is far exceeded by the number of ways silence can be misunderstood.
i find it amazing how quickly Pandora radio went from being a really cool, newish technology to now morphing into an advertising website that sometimes plays the music you wish it to. i do very much appreciate its existence and the trend of internet radio that it helped to pioneer, but oh how quickly profit changes things. You can quote me on that: "Oh how quickly profit changes things." - thewelfareblogger. Bam. Free.
About two hours ago, i was really tired and wanted to go to bed, but i decided to make a pot of coffee and do some homework so that my morning would be free of worry or care. Well, it so happens that the homework was interesting, and i enjoyed it. That has happened more this semester than probably any other semester, i would say. At any rate, the coffee has not only gotten me through the reading, but has in fact sustained my heart rate and attention span at such levels that sleep is not so close as i imagined it would be at 1:52am. Writing is the best thing i know to do in such situations, and it has been entirely too long since i have written anything anyways. So here i am, and there you are.
Many people believe Jazz music is impeccable. And it is. But how many conversations have you overheard where the matter of that which your are overhearing is centered around John Coltrane or Wynton Marsalis? And for those of you who assume that Jazz music is not worth listening to, then it must be said that i feel sorry for you. i cannot sit idly by and simply assume you are worth feeling sorry for. i must tell you. Still more people are of the persuasion that says "flying planes is awesome." But, if you stop and think about it, how ridiculous is it that thousands of pounds of metal and flesh can be tens of thousands of feet in the air? And it's not like God is dangling the plane from heaven with some invisible heavenly titanium string of sorts. At least not to my limited knowledge. It must be said that such acts of gravity defiance are beautiful. Almost everyone assumes that anything being described as characteristically Dutch must be, on all counts, wondrous. But no one bothers to say that. Except, of course, me.
But it is very hard for me to write and not have something (hopefully) meaningful to say, and so i leave you with this: Stop assuming that others know you are sorry for whatever hurt you've caused. Stop thinking that asking forgiveness is simply a formality. Stop getting angry at others for not offering help when you have not asked for it. And since most everyone assumes our generation is practically thankless and does not hesitate to say so, let us never keep our thanks silent, because it is not a given. You see, the number of ways words can be misinterpreted is far exceeded by the number of ways silence can be misunderstood.
10/3/10
"Cleaning Blood"
There is a certain blood that cleans,
without a special shade or sheen.
Yet poured out on the cross is seen
the life of God, for you and me.
without a special shade or sheen.
Yet poured out on the cross is seen
the life of God, for you and me.
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